Sore eyelid
I’ve got a sore eyelid. I don’t know how it started, but I was rubbing it and Mum stopped me. She’s examined it and bathed it with salt water and has said if it doesn’t look any better later then she will take me to the vet. It means going to my new vet as it’s too far to go to our lovely old vets. I really want it to be better so I don’t have to go. You know what it’s like though, as soon as you know there’s something not quite right then you just can’t leave it alone. Mum wasn’t feeling so good yesterday either. I think she’d overdone it a bit driving up to pick me up. We mooched about together for the day and spend some of it snuggled up on the bed resting. It worked well for both of us.
Plants
We did get the triffids out of the car. It nearly went badly wrong with the heavy blueberry plant, but there’s only slight bruising to show for it. The others came out willingly, with their branches up in submission. They have been lined up outside where we’re staying and to be honest it’s quite hard to find the door. Now we have the problem that there is no way that Mum is going to be able to get the blueberry back into the car on her own, but that’s next week’s problem.
My Pet Tag
My collar tag has arrived. It’s at my grandparents at the moment, but we are going over to pick it up this weekend. It means when I move in to our new house next week my collar will have all the right details on. I know it’s a silly think to be excited about, but it mattered to me.
Love
Wilma